The Boy

The way he looks at me,
Flirtatious and full of life,
He doesn’t yet know me,
Not even my life.

He is not my friend I can tell,
But the way he looks at me,
I think I’m under a spell.

The sparkle in his eyes,
And the secrecy of his smiles,
Butterflies in me start to churn,
Ones which seem to fly for miles.

We don’t speak much,
But I can’t start now,
Because he wouldn’t accept me,
Not then, not now.

He is so kind,
And filled with courage,
The cricket is his favorite toy,
And the gym one of his favorite place,
Well, what can I say,
That is my boy.

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